Volume One, Chapter 21: News of the Boundary-Breaking Pill

Hearing this familiar voice, Ji Die immediately turned around, bowed, and offered a forced smile. “Greetings, Senior Sister Jiang.”

Jiang Moli looked at him with an unfriendly gaze, while the black serpent, as if finding its backer, flicked its tongue with a hint of humanlike disdain in its eyes.

The snake was relying on her presence—just wait, there will be times when Senior Sister Jiang isn’t around.

Ji Die shot it a secret glare and said helplessly, “Senior Sister Jiang, according to the rules, it needs to be washed every seven days. If it doesn’t cooperate, I can’t complete my task!”

Jiang Moli stepped closer, gently stroked the black serpent’s head, and said, “The Xuan Shui Serpent lives near swamps and doesn’t like water by nature. Of course it doesn’t want to bathe. You all don’t research—”

“Xing Lian!” Sifeng Jingyue, carrying the terrified Zhang Qiner by one hand, anxiously watched the two sides locked in combat.

That day, Yuanjue had taken Chen Zixiang back to the Longmen County office, emptied his family’s coffers, and then finished him off in a deserted place before returning to Yuci. Now, seeing Han Yi and the others again, he was overjoyed and immediately led everyone toward the dining hall in the back.

Nan Ba gave a nod and continued, “However, if the Thirteen Merchants can’t step forward, and Princess Weiyang, as the main negotiator and the commander stationed at Xingling Pass, cannot act either, then if this matter is left to us, we do have some room to maneuver.”

The Amazon python had evolved into a mighty, awe-inspiring black dragon. Though still serpent-like in form, its appearance leaned more towards a Western dragon, especially with those blade-sharp horns.

As Yu Weiyan racked her brains for how to obtain the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Bai Li Junnan and the others had already finished their tour of the treasured blade.

At the sound, everyone turned to see an elderly monk approaching, flanked by two other monks. One had a ruddy face, a slightly plump figure, and eyes that shone with spirit. His bright red kasaya was particularly striking. The other monk, with high cheekbones and white eyebrows, followed half a step behind.

Though he had agreed to the sham marriage with Northling, his heart was troubled by an indescribable feeling.

The weasel, seemingly with a slight advantage, didn’t relax or feel proud. Instead, watching Jiraiya get up brushing off his clothes, its brow furrowed faintly.

The tide of battle shifted in an instant. The half-beast, who had been enjoying the gentle caresses, sensed a murderous intent, let out a roar, and leapt toward Xing Lian.

The poachers had hidden deep in the mountains, making them nearly impossible to find—a headache for most.

A phantom, condensed from Su Junbao’s divine sense, burst from his body, opened its mouth wide, and unleashed a deafening roar at the succubus below. The succubus, who had been casting her enchantment with all her might, instantly became dazed, her own magic backfiring, leaving her standing dumbly in place.

At that moment, a crisp, delicate voice suddenly sounded in the dormitory, startling Chen Lin and Liu Zhen, who had been deep in conversation.

Given Ning Yu’s current condition—coughing after just a few steps—Luoruo had arranged a sedan chair for her. Ning Yu didn’t object, and seated herself as they all headed toward Donghua Gate.

“What’s so hard to understand? Their target is our Changshan City, or possibly Damai City. What they want is grain!” Enso said smugly, glancing at Carls.

When Hua Wanzi came to her senses and questioned her sisters, everyone simply shook their heads.

The birthday banquet was scheduled for a week later. Yu Qingling had requested leave from her company in advance, and upon arriving at the agreed venue, she was stunned by the sheer number of vehicles parked outside.

Another who rarely had company was Fei Xuezhi. The adults and guardians had all gone elsewhere, leaving her alone with no kindred spirits of her own age. She wasn’t interested in making new acquaintances, so she simply sipped her tea quietly, feeling out of place.

The group then split into two: the assistant director and Brother Wang discussed the contract, while Zhou Xiao and screenwriter Lin discussed the roles.

Amidst the scolding from the Three Palaces, the dog’s paw emanated a strange power that, though not great, was irresistible. In an instant, the two were yanked back.

Chen Hehua slumped into her chair, eyes wide with disbelief. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. “That wretch, Baitang! Where did she find such a good chef? We have to find a way to poach her!” No one disagreed with her suggestion.

Meanwhile, Dahoma was sweating nervously. For nearly a decade, the Dome Prison had been peaceful. He couldn’t afford any trouble on his watch—otherwise, his entire political career would be over, provided he even had a future left.

In truth, Shu Nan didn’t know why either. Perhaps it was just a peculiar sense of possessiveness within herself.

Spring Breeze Pavilion was an official brothel established by the court—a place of genuine refinement, not a haunt for those impoverished Xianbei warriors.

While the Bai Li family was busy preparing for their move, the Fang and Chen families were anything but peaceful.

Disciples hovered around Luo Chen, occasionally glancing at Yishui Han, whose face was clouded, but still, none dared step forward.

They believed that with each generation’s collective effort and wisdom, the martial arts system would gradually be perfected and would not be weaker than the bloodline system.

“Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not acknowledging you or anything. I’m just expressing the concern of a senior for a junior. Do you understand?” Tornado said.

There must be other passages here. Otherwise, where did the people who entered before go? Even if they’d died, there hadn’t been any corpses along the way.

She’d have to discuss with her master whether it was possible to build a passage at the latrines—dig a pit behind the house, so that each time after use, water could flush the waste directly into the pit.

As usual, Xiaosa went downstairs to the main hall for breakfast. Daylight was already pouring outside. Even the heavy snow couldn’t dampen everyone’s gossiping spirits. Perhaps, with lives so long, those who cultivated immortality always needed something to pass the time.

Her long, flowing hair danced in the wind, the white silk ribbons soaring. She tapped her toes to the mast and spun like a top, her pale hands weaving the white ribbons into a net—ever-changing, full of rippling beauty, stirring the air into a vortex of demonic energy.

The Yun Family’s ancient tomb had random teleportation, and no one knew precisely where the exit lay. Unlike the Xuantian realm, which had been thoroughly explored, here, even if one didn’t know where the secret exit was, as long as you crushed the sect’s special jade token, you could be teleported out in an emergency.